Okay, so people are really stuck on this Draco issue.

I guess I need to do some explaining.

Canonwise (meaning the books that Queen Rowling wrote herself), I despise Draco. I hate his bigotry, his name calling, his bullying, he is just a douchebag in the books and I hate him.

Fandom Draco can be whatever the writer wants him to be.

If you haven't read any of my Drinny stories, then you more than likely wouldn't know that I write Draco with NONE of the bigotry, the bullying, or name calling (with the exception of banter amongst friends, if it's an actual enemy of his, or his animosity with Harry and Ron, or when it's a story that he was a lil P.O.S. at first, but he changes). I keep his arrogance and a lot of his mannerisms that make him a lil douche at times (because if he didn't have that, then he might as well not be Draco Malfoy), but he isn't a Death Eater, nor does he want to be one. I write him wanting to escape his family's ways. In some fics, he is actually friends with the trio from the start. Some, he's just Ginny's friend. Something that I love about Drinny fics is that unless they are to be Dark Draco and Dark Ginny, Draco is either not for the DE life from the start, or he is learning from his mistakes and trying to be a better person. Trying to redeem himself.

Yes, in the Harry Potter series, Draco Malfoy would NEVER be ideal for Ginny. But in my stories, I make him that way. So that's why I write Draco. I do the same with Blaise too, and have Blaise to be Draco's voice of reason.

So yeah, hopefully this answered the "why do you write Draco" questions.

Also, to the reviewer that assumes I like Nazis...that's a reach. I understand you don't like Canon Draco, but I don't write him like that. You have reviewed many of my stories for someone who doesn't like Drinny. A couple of them were strictly Drinny stories, so you can't say you read the story for another ship. If you dislike it so much, instead of sitting here expressing your disdain to me (anonymously I might add), why don't you stop reading Drinny? Or just look over the Drinny in other fics? It'll make you feel better, and you don't have to be rude to me anymore. Which, might I add, isn't very nice.

So anyways, as I said, this fic will be long and Idk when I'll come to an end. I'm working with a lot of leads and each of them have their issues to deal with. Especially the trio. And even more Harry. And not just with things that happened with the hunt and war, but also with Sirius, his fourth year, him missing his parents, and even more, his life with the Dursley's, which will be explored soon. Harry is a pretty broken person.

On with the fic.


Chapter 40: You Are So Loved

"So birthday boy, care for a fly?" asked Harry as he and Ron left the Great Hall after eating lunch. "Looks pretty nice out."

"Of course!" said Ron cheerfully. "Gotta test out my new Firebolt 3.0 that I got this morning."

Harry laughed. Amongst the abundance of gifts, the Firebolt broom manufacturers had sent Ron the latest racing broom over for his birthday. It wasn't set to release to the rest of the world until the summer, which made Ron extra proud to own it.

It was an unusually warm day to be winter. The sun was shining bright in the clear blue sky, and there was a slight but delightful breeze in the air. The walk to the pitch was very delightful, and the boys traded memories as they made their way down.

"Remember when we first met? I was this tosser of a kid looking for a place to sit, and you actually let me sit with you?" chuckled Ron.

Harry smirked. "You were a right tosser huh? But I was so scared that no one would want to be my friend. I was also scared of who I was."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know how the Dursleys never told me about my parents nor the wizarding world, right? I has no clue I was famous, and there was an entire world that knew about me. It was pretty unnerving to find out. Especially over what I was famous for."

Ron nodded. He had to agree, he would have been frightened to if he had learned everything that Harry had to all at once. Especially if it meant finding out what had really happened to his parents.

"You reckon you remember anything about them?" asked Ron. "I know you were only one when it happened, but do you think-"

"Her voice." said Harry so low, Ron almost thought he hadn't said anything.

"Mate?" said Ron, as Harry had stopped walking and was staring off towards the lake.

"I don't remember the words exactly,"said Harry slowly, "just the tone of it and I guess how it made me feel. Her voice wasn't really high pitched, but relaxing and soothing. It was warm, inviting, I guess what's every loving mother's voice should be, you know?"

Ron nodded, getting exactly what Harry was talking about, as his mother still to this day's voice was like that when she was trying to be comforting.

"Also, I think I remember her eyes. Or at least, I remember when I look into the mirror and see my own." said Harry, sounding as if he wasn't speaking to Ron anymore. "Only, they were much brighter."

Harry stood for what felt like hours looking out at the lake. He thought back to when he was living at the Dursleys and not even having a picture to see who his mother was. His thoughts drifted to the Mirror Of Erised that he had lucked upon first year, and how not only had he gazed upon the beauty that was Lily Potter, but also seeing his dad, his grandparents, a whole line of people that would have loved him had they been alive. He almost forgot that Ron was around, until he felt his best friend's hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, mate." said Ron, trying to be enthusiastic. "Let's get a bit of flying in before it gets too cold.

Harry nodded as he shook off the memory of the mirror. Then, he followed Ron out to the pitch.


That night, Harry's dreams were full of whispers and blurs. He tossed and turned beside Daphne, who had decided to stay the night with him.

Daphne woke up to Harry's whimpering as if he were a baby. She looked over at him and became worried. His face, though scrunched like he was upset, also had an etch of a smile on it. As Daphne put her hand on Harry to shake him awake, he latched onto one of her fingers, squeezing it.

"Harry? Harry, wake up." said Daphne gently. "You're dreaming again."

Harry continued squeezing her finger and whimpering. Suddenly, his facial expression changed from mild annoyance, to sheer terror.

"No..." he mumbled in his sleep. "No, please...no...MUM!"

He cried out and sat straight up into bed, yanking Daphne up with him, accidentally hurting her arm. He was still very much asleep.

"Harry! Harry please, wake up!" pleaded Daphne, trying to wrench her wrist out of Harry's extremely tight grip than had slipped down. Harry, it's just a dream, wake up!"

Harry's eyes popped open, the green of them looking as if they were illuminated. He looked around frantically until his eyes met Daphne's. He let go of her wrist and panted as if he had just finished running a race.

"Harry, are you-"

"Mum...Mum..."

"No, I'm Daphne, Harry." Daphne said slowly as she put her hand on Harry's cheek. "It was just a dream, you're safe in your own bed."

"She...she had put me into my crib." said Harry breathlessly. "She was talking to me, trying to get me to sleep. I didn't want to, I was holding her finger as she spoke to me. And then she screamed. And he was there. And there was a green light and she...she..."

Daphne didn't know what to say. She knew that telling him it was okay was the last thing that Harry needed to hear. It would never be okay. If it had been her mother, she knew that someone telling her it's okay about her death would feel like a knife to the heart.

"Harry," said Daphne hesitantly, "I think you might need to see someone. I think that-"

"I don't need to speak to anyone, Daph." said Harry in a low and firm voice.

"Yes you-"

"I don't need nor want to, okay?" he snapped. "Look if this is just too hard for you to take, I won't talk to you about shit anymore."

Daphne gasped. "Harry, that's not what I meant and you know it! I'm trying to be there for you, I really am, but I'm not a professional."

Harry glared daggers at Daphne, then jumped out of his bed. He snatched up his robe as well as his invisibility cloak.

"Harry, where are you going? It's past midnight!"

Harry didn't answer as he slammed the door.

He proceeded out of Slytherin Dungeon, put the cloak around him, and walked up to the main part of the school.

He made a beeline to the seventh floor, not even being remotely cautious to not make sounds or silence his bare feet making plopping noises on the cold stone.

He walked back and forth in front to the tapestry, his mind thinking over and over about what he wanted. Instead of it taking less than a we seconds, the door to the Room of Requirement didn't show up until five minutes later, when Harry was ready to give up.

Harry opened the door slightly. He felt what seemed like a cool breeze, so he secured his cloak tighter around him so it wouldn't blow off. He opened the door wider and was grateful for the decision he made, as a powerful gust of wind blew out of the room. He hesitated for a moment, not really knowing what he was going to walk into, but he swallowed his fears and walked into the darkness, the door closing after him.

The room was pitch black and had an echo that made it seem like nothing was in it. Harry thought that he could smell the faint scent of ash and smoke. He lit the tip of his wand and looked around.

As he thought, the room was empty. Empty except of an extremely tall and magnificent mirror propped upward by an invisible force. Harry gazed at it, as if it were an old friend.

Harry hesitantly approached the mirror. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous, having encountered the mirror before in his first year, however, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive about it.

He walked up slowly to the mirror. He closed his eyes and moved directly in front of it. He breathed in deep, opened his eyes, and looked into the mirror.

He thought he would see his mother. His father even. After all, that's what he had always desired. His family. People that truly loved him unconditionally. He just knew that they would be there and they would be able to help him through everything he was going through.

Instead, he saw Daphne. A very worried looking Daphne, but Daphne nonetheless.

He looked behind him and seen that he was still by himself. He looked back into the mirror and seen that Daphne was still there. He looked back and forth two more times, however, the scene didn't change.

He walked up closer to the mirror and placed his hand on the cool glass. The Daphne in the mirror placed her hand where his was, still giving him a concerned look.

Harry felt tears well up in his eyes. He didn't understand. Why weren't they there? Hell, Sirius wasn't even there. He wanted to see his family. He wanted to feel comforted, to feel loved.

Instead, he was looking into the icy blue eyes of his girlfriend. His heart broke. She looked as if she wanted to break out of the mirror and touch him. He suddenly felt that long familiar pull that he had felt years ago when he had first seen his family in the mirror. He wanted to climb inside. He wanted to stay there forever.


"Harry?" came a voice from behind him. Harry almost cricked his neck from turning it so violently. Behind him was Daphne in the flesh, giving him the same worried look as the one in the mirror gave him. Harry turned back towards the mirror and seen that the mirror Daphne was smiling.

"Harry, are you okay?" asked Daphne as she kept slowly approaching him.

Harry nodded as he beckoned Daphne over to him. Daphne walked a bit quicker, and when she got in front of him, Harry embraced her.

Daphne felt both confused and relieved. She wasn't sure if Harry was still upset with her or not for what she had said to him, but if he was hugging her, then something must have happened, she thought.

"Harry, what happ-"

"I'm sorry, Daph." whispered Harry in her ear. "I'm so sorry."

Daphne rubbed gentle circles on Harry's back. She felt wetness on her shoulder, and she realized that Harry was crying. She squeezed Harry even closer to her, tears welling up in her eyes as well.

"Just tell me what to do, Harry." said Daphne. "Tell me, and I'll try my best to do it."

Harry relaxed his hold on Daphne and held her out so he could see her face.

"You already do everything, Daph. You have no idea how much you really do without doing anything at all, and I shouldn't get angry at you for things that you really can't do anything about. No one can."

"Was she beautiful? You mum is who you saw in the mirror, right?" asked Daphne.

Harry was confused. "How do you know about the mirror?"

Daphne shrugged. "One day in fourth year, I was running late to class. I ended up in an abandoned classroom opening the wrong door.. This mirror was in the center of it. I remember looking in it trying to straighten myself up, when I saw my sister, my mum, and myself taking a family portrait. My sister and mum looked happier than they had ever looked, and I had a shiny Head Girl badge on my robes. It scared the hell out of me at first, but after a few more seconds, I became almost hypnotized with it. I began to see other things too, like my father going to Azkaban for what he did to me and Mum, me being a journalist, and then me and a dark haired man walking with three children that looked a lot like me. I couldn't see the man's face, only his hair. The next day, I went back to the classroom, and the mirror was gone. I searched for it for ages, it almost drove me insane. In that mirror, the world was perfect. I wanted that, desired it. It had consumed my thoughts, I was starting to fail classes because the world in the mirror was all I thought about. After a couple of months, I decided to stop looking for it. I had decided that I was going to live my own life. I was going to do what I could to make sure the three of us had great lives, despite my father. I think that was what the mirror was trying to tell me, you know? That even though I may desire this, that, and the other, what I really needed to do was live my life, and make my desires happen, instead of simply watching them in glass."

""It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live." said Harry. "That's what Professor Dumbledore told me when he found me looking at the mirror. I would come back almost nightly to watch my old relatives and my parents. I wanted to be there with them, and after Dumbledore caught me, he moved the mirror."

Daphne smiled. "Dumbledore was a pretty wise wizard. Barmy, but wise."

Harry chuckled.

"So, what did you see this time when you looked in the mirror?"

Harry kissed Daphne sweetly on the lips.

It doesn't matter." said Harry. "What's important is that I can actually live my life with what I seen. I'm not going to forget to live this time."

Daphne gave Harry a puzzled look, however, she didn't press the matter. She simply took Harry's hand and lead him back to his dorm.